He's got a photographic memory;
But he's watching porn on the T.V.
Instead of reading books from history,
He's memorizing her body.
Oh, Gifted Child, where have you gone?
Been slain to Earth, for far too long.
Oh, Blessed Mind, where have you been?
Can I take back those things you've seen?
Oh, War of Flesh, have you no end?
Will you our death, tomorrow send?
You've lined our grounds,
With souls you've found,
And we are left to ask our pardon here;
Oh, I am caged to take rememberance here./
I fell asleep on the bathroom floor.
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Krista I miss you. And the simplicity of everything from the times where I best remember you. oh my head.
well i love you
and i have now posted my first comment for you.
i used to secretly come on to your site and read what brilliant things you had to say in the trailer when life was simple. you inspire me. never stop. hope Ender survives.
get better xo
loves
Lise
Oh Krista.
If I say you are a genious and a sweetie, will it enflate your ego?
I hope not, because you are a genious and a sweetie.
I really like everything you write, which is why all my comments are pretty much the same:
"I like this,
I like you,
I love God,
woo, woo, woo."
So keep writing and bringing your brand of sunshine. I'm praying for you.
-glYnis
Dang, I spelt genius wrong. Twice.
Your writing is so fresh to my mind.
Would you like to hang out, maybe go somewhere for a tea or do something crazy and special on 24 or 25?
Let me know. If the planning ends up happening shortly before or during those days, thats alright too. My cell number is thus : 605-1090
I'll have it with me the whole time.
love you.
hello. i am back. such adventures were had. okay not really. i walked along the seawall by myself and it was lovely.
~Whitney
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